In the blink of an eye, two months flew by.
Unless he found useful parts, He Zhao ate and slept entirely at the Garbage Dump. After spending so long here, he could faintly smell a stench clinging to him that would not be easy to get rid of.
But for the grand cause of making money, he forced himself to endure it.
Facts proved that heaven did not fail those who worked hard.
For a full sixty days, only the heavens knew what kind of half-human, half-ghost life he had lived. Not only did he have to endure the foul stench wafting from the Garbage Dump every day, he also had to force down his nausea while rummaging through piles of trash.
Luckily, he had experienced plenty and had been through all kinds of harsh environments. Otherwise, he really would not have been able to take it.
At first, he had been diligent and honest, settling down to be a scavenger.
But later, after half a month of finding nothing useful, he accidentally caught sight of large amounts of valuable trash being sent into the Garbage Dump's storage room. In that instant, inspiration struck him.
Smack!
At the time, he had slapped himself hard across the face.
Who was he?
The Invisible One who had robbed gang Debt Collectors and plundered expensive Star Beast Flesh and Blood from high-end restaurants.
Yet he had actually planned to rely on his own two hands, working hard to obtain the parts needed to piece together a Hovering Box Truck.
Wasn't the large warehouse not far ahead of him precisely the shortcut he had been bitterly waiting for, once everyone left?
In an instant, he abruptly awakened, as if he had attained enlightenment.
That very night, acting suspiciously and sneaking around, he slipped into